Mo Yinhe pushed the cart, and they discussed their experiences with parenting. "Just leave our son for his mother to dote on," he said. "In ordinary families, one plays the good cop and the other the bad; otherwise, you’ll never be able to control these rascals in the future."
Si Mingjing stomped off, not wanting to deal with him.
What does he an, rascals? she fud inwardly. When the children were first found, he couldn’t wait to cherish every single one of them. It hasn’t even been that long, and now he’s calling them rascals! No wonder Xiaobai always badmouths him behind his back. A son truly knows his father best!
Si Mingjing bought lots of snacks that Gu Shurong loved.
The other children didn’t have a habit of snacking, especially Ye Jingzhe, who was quite restrained with food. She hadn’t yet figured out what Jingzhe liked to eat, so, wanting to spoil all her sons, she bought snacks based on Shurong’s preferences.
The two bought many things at the supermarket, leaving the paynt to Fengjue.
The shopping mall was located above the supermarket.
Even though buying new clothes for children for the New Year had long since gone out of fashion—after all, they could buy clothes any day, and the kids’ clothes at ho were more than enough—Si Mingjing still pulled Mo Yinhe into the children’s clothing store and bought a new outfit for each child.
It’s about the sense of ritual, she thought.
Si Mingjing said, "I rember when I was a child, during the New Year, my mom would wash my clothes spotless and tell I had to wear new clothes for the New Year."
Mo Yinhe remained silent, his heart aching. On Prison Star, they definitely couldn’t have bought new clothes, he thought. So, during the New Year, her mother could only wash her clothes thoroughly, treating them as if they were new.
Mo Yinhe pulled her into his arms, tightened his hold on her waist, and bent down to kiss her cheek.
"I’ll buy you new clothes too!"
Si Mingjing smiled and shook her head. "We have so many clothes at ho, I don’t even know what to do with them all. I couldn’t wear a different one every day even if I tried..."
"It’s about the sense of ritual!"
Mo Yinhe insisted on buying her new clothes, and Si Mingjing truly enjoyed being pampered like this.
After buying the New Year’s goods and strolling through the mall, they returned to the palace and went their separate ways, each busy with their own tasks.
Song Yuan brought over a thick stack of docunts, all sent from the Mu Continent, needing Si Mingjing’s signature.
Si Mingjing sat in the living room, signing docunts for a full half hour.
Just then, Song Tangtang tiptoed in. She sat down beside Si Mingjing, glanced around to make sure they were alone in the living room, and then hesitated before asking, "Sister-in-law, do you have a mont right now?"
Si Mingjing, head down and signing with a flourish, asked without looking up, "What is it?"
Song Tangtang seed to struggle to get the words out.
Si Mingjing put down her pen and looked at her attentively. "What’s wrong?"
After a long internal struggle, Song Tangtang extended her hand. "Sister-in-law," she said, "could you take my pulse for ?"
"Are you sick?"
Si Mingjing placed two fingers on Song Tangtang’s wrist. "Where do you feel unwell?" she asked.
Song Tangtang, her other hand on her stomach, whispered, "I suspect I might be pregnant."
Seeing her bewildered and panicked expression, Si Mingjing spoke in a gentle, comforting voice, "Don’t panic. Let take your pulse first."
Song Tangtang whispered, "Sister-in-law, I don’t want to be pregnant. It’s all Ye Shen’s fault for not taking proper precautions. I’m only twenty-one, and I’ll be just twenty-two after the New Year. I don’t want to be pregnant so young; I’d rather wait a few years. What should I do if I am pregnant? I still want to continue with my graduate studies!"
Si Mingjing concentrated on taking her pulse.
After a mont, Si Mingjing said in a reassuring voice, "Don’t worry, you’re not pregnant."
"Really?" Song Tangtang was overjoyed, her mood instantly brightening. Then, her face clouded with confusion again. "But my period hasn’t co this month; it’s already delayed by over ten days."
Si Mingjing paused for a mont. "Have you been trying to lose weight recently?"
Song Tangtang pinched her trim waist with satisfaction and said, "To fit into a beautiful wedding dress, I’ve lost about five or six pounds these past two months. Sister-in-law, don’t you think I’ve slimd down a lot?"
"Did you take diet pills?"
Song Tangtang nodded.
"Bring the packaging for the diet pills you took. I want to look at the formula."
"Ah? Could it be caused by the diet pills?"
Si Mingjing wasn’t sure. "Let see them first," she said.
Song Tangtang was a lively person; reassured that she wasn’t pregnant, she humd a tune and left with light steps.
Si Mingjing continued signing docunts.
Ten minutes later, Song Tangtang returned, bringing all the boxes of diet pills she had taken.
"Sister-in-law, they’re all here," she said. "These diet pills work incredibly well! I only took three boxes and lost five or six pounds."
Si Mingjing took out the instruction leaflets from the diet pill boxes and examined the listed ingredients and formulas.
Song Tangtang leaned in to look as well, but she couldn’t understand them. "Sister-in-law, is there a problem with these pills?" she asked.
Si Mingjing frowned. "If you’ve only taken three boxes, it shouldn’t be a major issue. Don’t take any more. I’ll prescribe so traditional dicine for you. Take three doses to help regulate your system. If you’ve taken too much, it could lead to infertility. Which doctor prescribed these pills to you?"
Song Tangtang’s face instantly turned pale. "Is it that serious?"
"You haven’t taken much, so there shouldn’t be a major problem."
Si Mingjing continued, "Individually, these boxes of pills are fine. However, mixing them, while effective for weight loss, can be extrely damaging to the body. Taking more than five boxes can affect fertility. Normally, a doctor wouldn’t prescribe them like this. Which doctor gave you this prescription?"
Song Tangtang hesitated, looking like she wanted to say sothing but couldn’t.
"Hm?" Si Mingjing’s voice deliberately lowered, creating an authoritative, cold aura. "Answer ."
Song Tangtang confessed, "It wasn’t a doctor. This thod of weight loss is very popular in the elite circles of Yecheng right now. I heard about it at a party. Soone I know lost a whole ten pounds just before her wedding, all in just two months! Oh no! Si Yuan is also taking them, and she’s taken more than I have."
Si Mingjing’s face darkened. "Who?" she asked again.
Song Tangtang ntioned a na: "Her na is Chen Fanfan."
Si Mingjing hadn’t heard the na before. She didn’t have much contact with the wealthy young won in Yecheng’s elite circles. But the surna Chen... Could she be connected to the Chen Family? she wondered.
Si Mingjing called out, "Song Yuan."
Song Yuan entered.
Si Mingjing handed the pillboxes to him and instructed, "Investigate this Chen Fanfan. Find out who formulated these diet pills for her. Also, determine who else has been taking them. Report back to before noon tomorrow."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Song Yuan left with the pillboxes.
Si Mingjing phoned Ye Siyuan and asked her to co over.
When Ye Siyuan arrived, Si Mingjing imdiately took her pulse.
Ye Siyuan, clueless about what had happened, asked in bewildernt, "What’s the matter?"
Song Tangtang, looking devastated, said, "Sis, Sister-in-law says there’s a problem with the diet pills we’re taking. If you take too many, it could lead to infertility! I’ve already missed my period. How many boxes have you taken? Please tell you haven’t taken more than five!"
Ye Siyuan gasped, her face turning deathly pale. "What happens if soone *has* taken five boxes?" she asked.
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